Danse Macabre Sacred Lyrics

Sacred Lyrics


Perversity, lust, decadence
Mankind's prior frustration
My mind hardly
can comprehend
Mating the sole destination

This decline of
romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes
my heart bleed

Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly
wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's
hair

Eroticism a fine form of art
But why share it with the
world
For I care for matters of the heart
In this 21st century
world

This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by
forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed

Born in a wrong
century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for
mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair

And to touch a soulmate's
hair

And to touch a soulmate's hair